Evergreen
The old-growth pines Are slowly letting go Brittle needles fall Orange-tinged below Where pinecones sprout Evergreen The wind’s a mix Of pine and gasoline A chainsaw hums In the distance
Tag: Nature Poetry
Birth
She’s falling faster Day by day I beg the sun, “Please, can’t you stay? You make the day Warm and bright You’re the best defense For the darkest night.” With a slight smile She needed no words I knew her answer I knew she’d heard As I watched her fall Behind the earth I knew… Read More Birth
Acorns
There’s a new threat This time of year From high in the treetops They suddenly appear A danger to our heads A scare to our feet A tasty treat Hungry squirrels eat Acorns invade Our quiet country streets
Fall In New England
Cornfield mazes Bushels of apples Crisp Fall nights White wooden chapels Aged cheddar cheese Flannel shirts Grazing cows Roads made of dirt Freshly brewed coffee Stargazing at night Pumpkin patches Leaves turn bright Days grow shorter Geese take flight
Technicolor
I watched the leaves Fall like rain A sprinkle A shower They spattered The ground Before pooling In technicolor Puddles A bowl of promises Yet to come
Sunday Morning
The butterflies admire The flowers as they sway The chipmunks continue To run about and play The bees give thanks For the promise of golden honey From the clovers that grow To feed the hungry bunnies The birds flock together To sing a song of praise The squirrels bow their heads In the trees… Read More Sunday Morning
Geese
Geese flew over Aligned in a V Rhythmically flapping Not one noticed me Staring up Mesmerized by the sight Knowing change came Each year they took flight As I paused To marvel at the geese They flew, one-by-one To the pond beneath Surrounded by leaves Golden with age They bathed in the glory Of… Read More Geese
Dirty Secret
The dirt has a secret A dirty secret to tell Ever since the leaves On the dirty secret fell To protect the secret Where it now slept Hiding in dirt Under a sky that wept Down on the secret It covered leaves with ice Until that spring day The weather turned nice Forcing the dirty… Read More Dirty Secret
Hands of Time
Flowers have faded Like memories gone by Petals adrift They find places to hide ~ Nuts fall in rhythm One, two, three, to the ground Where some are buried While others wait to be found ~ Mushrooms make their way Up from the earth Out of darkness Comes a time of new birth ~ While… Read More Hands of Time
Rain Dance
A rhythmic pattern In melodic time The rain it danced It danced sublime ~ Each drop took part In the choreography It was a sight A sight to see ~ The rain dance This sacred prayer Hopes for wishes For wishes to share ~ Through tribal tradition Mixed with love Comes the blessings The blessings… Read More Rain Dance
